Elsa
When I am done with my appointment at the hospital, I am driven directly to the estate. I am bored out of my mind with the pair of grim bodyguards who keep doing things like they are programmed robots. They don’t talk. At all. What did I expect? The security at home at least keeps saying “Signorina” “Your ride is ready, Signorina” and “Let me help you with that” But these just do things swiftly without a sound. I understand that Marcello only hires ex-army. I am this bored to notice. I am tempted to cause some kind of chaos to see if they will give a distinguished reaction, but I don’t have the energy. Maybe it would have been a lot more fun if Marcello had come along.
When we pull into the driveway, something catches my attention.
There is a woman next to him. She looks familiar. When the realization strikes me, I am paralyzed in my seat. Her tall elegant frame can not be mistaken in her denim jeans and white top with black heels and that hair- fuck!
The whore.
He opens the passenger door and she gets it, pushing her hair behind as she does. Marcello closes the door, oblivious to his surroundings, and then walks around to his seat. He has the gentleman left in him to open for his whore the car door while his other whore is on her way back from getting a shot injected into her body so that he can fuck her without worrying about getting her pregnant. He drives off almost immediately. Everything happens so fast, that by the time he dives off, we are driving into the parking lot. I glare through the car window, but the windows of the car I am in are tainted he couldn’t possibly see me. He also doesn’t look at us, his face looking straight at the road.
So this is the important business he had to take care of when I was away. Where did he take care of it from? His office? His bedroom? Or is he going to take care of it from a more convenient place?
Shit!
I jump out of the car furious over my head, without even waiting the the door to be open for me. I run into Elvira in the living room.
“Oh, you are back,” she looks shocked.
What?
Was I not expected to be back at the time? Have I come back too early? Her eyes scan my face and she seems to see what she was looking for. So she knows I have seen my surprise.
“Elsa dear, are you alright?” she sounds concerned. I force an unnecessarily huge smile to assure her.
“I am fine, trust me. I could use a bottle of wine right now,” I respond.
Looking guilty, she goes on to get me a full bottle of wine and a glass.
“Thank you, Zia. You are the best,” I say, meaning it, and head upstairs with my wine.
She doesn’t talk about it, and I am grateful because I also wouldn’t like to talk about it. I am sure she has seen a lot of shit from her nephew for all these years she can’t do anything about it.
I go straight into my bedroom. There is a box on the bed. Surprised and also annoyed that Marcello would try to surprise me while dealing with his “business”, I walk to the bed, ready to throw whatever it is out here f the window. It is a new iPhone. Clearly the box had been opened before. I open it and then turn on the phone. It has in a line. The line I had before. I don’t know if I feel grateful but I am surely not going to throw this out of the window. I am the one who asked for it and I am definitely not going to throw it out of the window.
I stay on the bed for a moment longer, analyzing what I have just received. There is a text from Marcello.
Marcello: Get ready. We are going to one of my clubs at eight.
A tsunami of fury rolls over me. He has the audacity! What if I don’t want to go? I put the phone aside and opened my bottle. I put it in my mouth and drink in the sweet liquid with my eyes closed.
This is what I wanted. I asked for this. I knew who Marcello was but I still fell in love with him. I still want him so badly after knowing his dark personality and his effortless ability to hurt me all the time. This is what I asked for when I let him drive me back to his place and fuck me in his bedroom last night This is what I asked for when I got on my knees and took him down my throat this morning in his office. I knew how painful this was going to be for me but I was shameless enough to still want this dangerous man. Even after seeing what I saw, I have the desperate whore me pleadings his Innocence. Maybe he can explain.
Fuck him! Fuck him and his charming looks that captured my heart and stole away all my senses of proper judgment.
I drink like that until the bottle is almost halfway.
He won’t like it when he comes to pick me up and I am drunk. I will be fine by eight. Is he going to be with her till then? Fucking her? It wouldn’t be their first. They were sucking before I met him, even shortly after I had met him. Have they been fucking since? Would I be surprised if they have?
Shit!
I get up from the bed, and head to the closet to see if I have something good to wear for the night. At first glance, there is a dress displayed. It is golden, bare-backed, covered with sequins. A beauty. It is obvious that is the dress I am supposed to be in tonight. Regretfully, it won’t do for my plan. I went to the closet and looked at all my dresses. There are some new dresses that I suspect were bought while I was away. Were they bought for her? Was she here meanwhile?
What am I thinking? Marcello wasn’t here himself.
“You like whores? I’ll show you a whore…” I murmured to myself. I start singing a song in my head picking out what he will possibly kill me in if he sees me.
I don’t give a flying shit anymore